The cold night air bit into Alessia’s skin as she stepped out of the dilapidated safe house, the rain having finally stopped but leaving the streets slick and shimmering under the faint glow of broken streetlights. The city around them was a cage, a labyrinth of danger and deceit, each corner whispering threats and secrets. She could feel the weight of unseen eyes tracking their every move, every breath.
Lorenzo moved beside her, silent and watchful, his dark eyes scanning the shadows with predator’s instinct. The tension between them was electric — a tangled mix of fear, rage, and something neither dared name aloud. They were survivors, but survival came at a brutal price.
At the edge of the alley, a black car idled, headlights dimmed but engine humming with deadly purpose. Viktor was w
